what if the space didn't work?

You stepped back pre-occupied,
expecting me to step forward.
To dance.
But what if I was sick of standing bare in the spot light.
On my own.
To discover you're not even on the stage,
but in the crowd.
You, who had once meant so much to me,
now just another face I see,
yet cant identify.
I'll leave the stage,
and soon you'll miss your show.
You get ******.
but you already never called.
so I've taken a step back,
Just like you.

This space was intended for us to realise what we wanted.
Encourage us to work out this twisted bond.
But what if, all that was to discover was
How you could replace us, and go on to live your life.
And I not needing you.

Though, no amount of actions or phrases could cover,
the underlying space that remains,
in your heart, in your mind.
in every blink of your eye,
knowing where I once stood.
to looking how far I now stand.